Dear Ex-wife, Marry Me novel Chapter 1660

She didn't know how to reply, so when he send a text to inform her of the license plate number, she just typed a single word.

[ok.]

She wondered whether he was going to let her off the hook or keep tormenting her, and she felt he owed her some kind of heads-up.

While her gaze landed on the card lying on the nightstand, she couldn't help but scoff at herself.

Meanwhile, Fitch had returned with a glass of water just as Sharon finished a phone call.

He picked up his phone and casually scrolled through it, confirming it was a call to Grandpa.

Mia had finished sending a text and deleting the record within twenty seconds.

Little did Fitch know that his sister was teetering on the edge of madness.

Sharon took a sip of water and sighed.

"You're working late tonight, aren't you?"

"Yeah."

"I'm sorry for making you worried. I'm fine."

With that saying, she turned to Mia, "Mia, you should head back. Take care of yourself and don't let what happened today happen again."

"Mom, I'm sorry."

Mia looked the picture of obedience, seemingly taking her words to heart, and Fitch let out a sigh of relief.

"Fitch, I'll head out then."

He nodded, and after a moment's thought, ruffled her hair gently.

Mia sneered inwardly; she wanted to swat away his hand but restrained herself.

Before she left, she made a point to change into all-black attire and put on a cap, then drove straight to Zoey's place.

Her car was dark inside, without a single light on.

It was the same car Fitch used to drive, the one from the Haskins family fleet, and the very one Mia had texted the plate number of to Zoey.

She had just parked when she saw Zoey, bundled up in a down jacket, coming down.

Mia gripped the steering wheel tightly, feeling a surge of bloodlust rising within her.

Tonight, it would all end.

Zoey approached the back of the car and tried to get in.

Having checked the license plate, she recognized it as the one Fitch had driven before.

The back door was locked, so she moved to the passenger side.

As soon as she opened the door and sat down, the locks clicked and the car started to roll forward.

It wasn't until they gained speed that she felt something was off, but she was still weak from a fever and the stress Fitch had put her through.